#edit: i gave in. he gets the cheesy tag he has to he��s always had a cheesy tag and he’s keeping a cheesy tag

[ranveer--singh]

A little boy’s idol

A/N - I decided to write a fluffy one shot with Henry Cavil having a son because of his ig post for father’s day. Hope you all enjoy this, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated. 

Thanks to my lovely betas @footballfangurl and @lawsandother for reading this and helping me expand my ideas. Love edit/manip by @eastwesthomeisbest​

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"Daddy," 4-year-old Aarush spoke, waddling into the main bedroom in his superman onesie. Henry had just woken up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a huge yawn. "Daddy," Aarush spoke, not able to get on the bed which made him cry softly.

Henry jumped out of the bed like a lightning bolt when he heard his son cry. He embraced the 4-year-old in his arms, rubbing his back softly. 

"Daddy," Aarush repeated, wiping his eyes with his hands, looking up at Henry with such admiration.

"Yes buddy," Henry said, stroking his son's curls and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"I want to be like you," Aarush said softly poking at Henry's arm. This made Henry's heart burst with joy, his son had his curls and his nose but had his wife’s eyes and pout. They were so similar, even in their actions, that his wife sometimes teased him about it.

Aarush showed his arms, making Henry smile just watching his kid imitate him. Only a week ago did Henry sit with Aarush as they watched the movie man of steel. He took a real liking to superman and wanted to be just like him. 

"Buddy, do you know what makes superman strong?" he asked softly, trying to not wake his wife up. Aarush shook his head no, looking at Henry talk with his eyes opened curiously. Henry placed a hand on Aarush's chest.

"His heart, it makes him stronger. Gives him the strength and courage to succeed," Henry spoke softly, getting this warm fuzzy feeling just talking about superman to his son. Aarush crookes his head to the right just like Henry does, looking confused about what was said. 

"Buddy, you know superman has an 's' on his chest," Henry spoke, looking at Aarush trying to process the information.

"Yes daddy, it's the red 's'," he giggled, smiling as he remembered the iconic 's'.

"Well done, buddy," Henry smiled, ruffling his son's hair. "Now that 's' is a sign of hope, it means you're striving to become a better person." Aarush smiled, listening to Henry talk so fondly about superman made him happy. He clapped his hands, excitement coursing through his body.

"Daddy can we go watch sups," He couldn't say superman, so would end up saying sups. Henry smiled again at the reminder that his son was almost a carbon copy of him, loving superhero movies and enjoying watching him play video games. Aarush also idolised superman and was always sleeping in superman pyjamas.

Henry turned his head to see his angelic wife fast asleep next to him. She is currently pregnant with their second child, which they were overjoyed about. He was looking forward to meet his new little princess and see her running around like a little copy of his wife. 

He swooped Aarush into his arms, leaning down to shower him with multiple kisses to the face.

"Daddy," Aarush squealed, looking up at Henry with such love. Henry smiled down at his son, cannot believe how lucky he was to have Aarush as a son. He leans down again to pepper him with more kisses, enjoying the little squeals coming out of his son's mouth. 

Henry held onto his son firmly, getting up from the bed as quietly as possible so as to not disturb his wife. He walked down 2 flights of stairs to the cinema room slowly, which was located in the basement. He pushed the door open, switching on the lights, every few seconds glancing down to see Aarush clutching at his chest hair. His head resting on Henry's chest gave the perfect opportunity for Henry to stroke his hair again.

"Buddy you look tired, let's watch the movie another time," Henry said quietly, stroking Aarush's chubby cheeks with his index finger.

"Nooo, daddy, sups time, sups time," Aarush insisted, lifting his head up to look at Henry with a tired half-smile. This made Henry melt inside, could his son be any cuter. He walked towards the big red leather recliners, slowly sitting down with Aarush in his hands.

Henry grabbed the remote and flicked through countless movies stored on the TV. Finally, he finds Man of Steel and presses play, telling Aarush to turn around as the movie is starting. Henry couldn't help himself from hugging his only son.

Aarush would clap every time superman was on screen, calling out "sups, sups," making Henry feel immensely proud. Henry now started to play with Aarush's curls, exactly how his wife would do. It always made both father and son relaxed as they lay into her arms.

In the middle of the movie, Aarush shuffled around trying to find a comfortable position on Henry's lap. He could tell Aarush was tired, by the number of times he yawned and by the way that he started leaning against Henry's chest.  

The movie was coming to an end, Henry looking down to see Aarush was fast asleep. His small hands grabbed at his chest hair for support. Henry smiled, brushing the small curls away, bending down to give Aarush soft kisses on his chubby cheeks. 

Henry didn't want to move from his seat, he was happy and content with Aarush laying on him. He enjoyed stroking those curls, just humming a soft melody. This was the perfect way to spend his morning with his son watching superman.

He didn't hear his wife had now come down the stairs, walking towards the door and peering in to see Henry and Aarush bonding. The sight in front of her, got her heart melting as a huge smile spread across her lips. 

She unlocked her phone and raised it, snapping many photos of the father and son duo. When she had told Henry she was pregnant with their first child, he was over the moon, buying many baby books and getting advice from his brothers.

When Henry found out she was pregnant with their second child, he couldn't keep his hands off her. Any spare time he got, he would rub her feet, make her some cheesy dish, even take Aarush to the park. 

He was a very hands-on father, since the pregnancy of their second child, he took it upon himself to look after a very active Aarush. While she would sleep or need her alone time, Henry would read to his son, helping him count as well as teaching him about life. 

She found it hard to choose one particular photo of her two favourite boys. Then finding the perfect one of Henry wrapping his arms around Aarush, kissing his face which showed how much he loved him. Since Henry was married and had children he didn't mind posting about his personal life from time to time.

Opening Instagram, she selected the picture to post, writing the caption which defined Henry:

"A true hero isn't measured by the size of his strength, but by the size of his heart."

She tagged him in the post, smiling as the picture was now out online for everyone to see. Closing the phone, she shoved it back into her pocket watching as his phone pinged with a notification. 

She watched as Henry grabbed his phone, unlocking it to see what he was tagged in. A huge grin spread across his face, the picture melted his heart. He read the caption, looking up to see his wife had walked into the room. 

"Hey baby," she chimed, walking over to sit on the armrest. She reaches out to run her fingers through Henry's curls, moving them away from his face. 

"Hi," he spoke, yawning softly. She leaned across to press a delicate kiss to his lips, making sure not to wake up Aarush. Henry smiled, pulling back to place his free hand on the baby bump. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the baby kick.

Henry grinned, looking up at his wife with such admiration. 

"Thank you for the post, love, you made me the happiest man." She smiled, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. 

"You're welcome baby," she said softly. Suddenly her stomach rumbled, making them both laugh, looking down at her stomach.

"Let's go put Aarush to bed, then make some food," she chimed.

"Sounds like a plan," he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around Aarush so he wouldn't fall as he got up. 

[infinitegalahad]

Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”   “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment 

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

[loftec]

Heyyyyy girl! We haven't talked in a hot minute, but I just finished reading I Will Follow Him earlier and hadn't had a chance to comment when a friend brought the nonsense anon tumblr drama to my attention. Anyway, I'll just say you handled it much more gracefully than I ever would (and probably have in the past, lmao). And I know you have a thick skin and this isn't something that would make you stop writing, but I still just wanted to let you know that I've missed your writing. I don't know if it's just in my head, but having been around the fandom for roughly the same amount of time as you have, I've discerned patterns in terms of the way people write and even what they respond to as readers, and the cliques that get formed around those things, so that to me it feels like even the fic itself generally has eras of writing styles? Like in my head I kind of cluster people together who seem simpatico in regards to the way they write IxM, but also how they express themselves and the way stories flow, whether there's depth of emotion or not, etc, etc. Anyway, for whatever reason, true or psychological, I find myself missing an era of fic that feels gone now. Not to say that there isn't any good writing anymore, just that it's simply a different vibe. So your new fic really brought me back to that old feeling. You always defy expectations when you adapt something into your own thing, so right off the bat I was pleasantly surprised that you, knowing Johnny Castle was not a completely accurate fit for Mickey because dancing/performing and also being a big man whore with the ladies (lmao), decided to subvert that and make him someone else. And Ian was Baby, but also not. My favorite thing though is the unspoken way you really showed Ian not feeling like he belongs anywhere. He has two families and none of them feel like home. I've felt that way my whole life and it's an emotional theme that's always been highly relevant. Makes you feel like there's nowhere you actually belong or anyone you really belong with. So I loved that aspect and look forward to it being explored more in the sequel(s). I thought your ending to this part of the story was realistic, even if I teared up and felt the loss. I could imagine a bit of a time jump and them meeting in completely different circumstances down the line. Again, totally unexpected that you wouldn't even include the big dance at the end, but fucking bravo honestly, because I couldn't picture some cheesy shit where Mickey dances with Ian in front of everyone for shock value and do the lift. Lolololllll... but yeah... do people honestly think Baby & Johnny lived happy ever after once the credits rolled on the actual movie anyway??? No way in hell. Lol. They were too different in ways that couldn't be overcome back then, sorry. He was meant to be her sexual/romantic awakening, and she went on to have a freer life. That's what I think. Ian & Mickey have a lot more in common, and although they have obstacles to overcome, they ultimately will be able to understand each other, and I think, get on the same page eventually. So please, think no more of any hate-adjacent crap you got or will get for this, because you'll always have a willing audience here, and we enjoy your voice so much. 💜

Hey my friend! It sure has been a hot minute, and this is so interesting! I hadn't even really thought about it, but I think you're on to something here. I haven't really read IxM fic in a good while and I kind of just figured that it was all on me because I have changed over the years, but it makes so much sense that the fic culture would change too. The characters are different, the tone is different, the fandom is different... it stands to reason that the fic is different too. I remember how fascinated I used to be with finding demarcations of time in fic, going back chronologically through the tag on AO3. Season 1 fic felt one way, season 2 a whole other way, etc. I suppose we're yet another ring in the ever growing oak tree of this fandom, lol. We're vintage, baby! You want some of those season 5 vibes? You know where to go, these angsty oldies over here writing increasingly absurd AU in 2021, they got what you need.

All of this means so much to me, you have no idea, especially knowing some of these ideas resonated with you personally like that. I've been thinking about this dang AU for several years at this point and I'm a little bit frustrated that I didn't find a way to give the actual writing of it the time it deserved, but I guess I gave it all the time I had, in the end. So that's something. I hope to muster some enthusiasm to go back and perhaps edit it a bit more soon, or at least start working on the sequels. I was traveling with my dad last weekend and I played some of my playlists for him, telling him about all my silly research and plans, and I now have three books about Soul in the late 60s to read. So you know the next part is gonna be real approachable! 😆

I think I somehow imagined that everybody knows and loves Dirty Dancing, too? I never talked to anyone about it when I was a kid, and it's only really the last four years or so that I have started meeting people who love it, like me. And turns out it's all my friends from primary school! It's all of my coworkers (at least the women), and it's so many of my tumblr mutuals... I was halfway convinced that every single person around me was just waiting to reveal themselves as another fan. Not so much, turns out! Writing a 60s dirty dancing AU is really weird, honestly! I expected two people to read my MiB AU, and I should have had the same expectations for this one. Because that's fine! I will write what I want to write and people will read what they want to read, as it should be.

Most importantly, though. I couldn't agree more with your Dirty Dancing analysis! To me, the dancing isn't the actual ending. To me, the ending is "guess we surprised everybody" and "I'll never be sorry" and "neither will I". The dance number is just a good note Johnny comes back to end it all on, but really, the honest final note is that "I'll see ya" *saxophone solo intensifies*. I just think it's so very bittersweet and good, and I only loved the movie more when I realised this. With Ian, everything became more complicated. Clayton is no Dr Houseman, and there can be no cheesy onstage dancing, and Ian has barely had time to wrap his head around the idea of having a future at all, being himself, let alone spending it with someone he just met. The Dirty Dancing AU needed to end this way for it to truly be a Dirty Dancing AU, in my mind. The next part will be something entirely different, and operate under a different set of narrative rules... Oooh well, look at me. I'm all excited about it. I can't wait to write it!

Thank you 💜💜

[youarejesting]

My fics in 2020

I am proud of this year. I worked hard until the end. 2020 was my year of finishing my stories. I have done so much and next year I want to do more. So keep an eye out Jester will take over.

Fandom(s): BTS, mentions of NCT, BLACKPINK, MONSTA X.

Networks:@btscreatorscorner @castlebangtan

Total Fics: 34

Total chapters: 404

Total Words: 565,587 Total vids and fake subs: 13 

Best and Worst Title?

Best: ‘Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire’ and its sequel ‘Dance is the celebration of the flame’

Worst: The Check Up

Best and Worst first line?

Best: Yoongi never understood why people would say one's blood is important. (Mania)

Worst: It all started in Mykonos. (Steal my sunshine)

Best and Worst ending line?

Best: “I got you this pretty dress” Seokjin grinned showing you the dress before hugging you and giving your forehead a kiss, “Let’s go burn it” (Me & the ghost in number 23)

Worst: But all you got was a sharp-toothed smile. (Pandemonium)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected?

I think I wrote what I expected, but I think I could have definitely finished more. Which is a bit upsetting.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? 

I don’t have limitations to my writing so nothing is deemed unpredictable.

I am however generally surprised by my love of throwing in twists and also gore, I love gore.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Wild space: it is strange because I am not particularly a fan of space and scifi, but I am really into writing world building things and having the ability to create a whole planet was amazing.

Most popular story? 

Tumblr:

Seoulmates

Femme

Quarantine

AO3: 

Quarantine

BTS365

Love Listening

Story most underappreciated by the universe? 

Tiny Tan: Limited Edition

Story that could have been better? 

All

Sexiest story?

 Love Listening

Saddest story? 

 Me & the ghost in number 23

Fluffiest story? 

Mall Santa

Most fun story? 

BTS Among Us 

Hardest story to write? 

Kisaeng

Daylight (i'm still writing it haha)

Easiest/most fun story to write? 

Light it up

What story took the longest?

365 lol took all year

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? 

The biggest risk I took all year was posting my work. Living life on the edge.

What are your fic writing goals for next year? 

To double my writing

Fics that you wrote in 2020:

BTS365: 365 mini stories ✓ fluff, comedy, angst, romance, mature, action, adventure, smut. This has it all. Find your birthday and read your story. I wanted to give something unique to people.

Quarantine: 100 Chapters ✓ Something to accompany you while you are alone during quarantine and the pandemic. I was lonely and I figured so was everyone else. So, I decided to have BTS help us all go on an adventure that didn’t focus on the covid virus but on some other aspects around it.

Femme: 50 Chapters ✓ A futuristic world where women are rare. This was an indulgement fic that gave circumstances for the reader to be in a polyamorous relationship with the boys and live a glamorous life. Ending was a bit rushed.

Seoulmates: 29 (ongoing) Each member of BTS has a unique soulmate bond. I love the idea of this, another indulgent fic but you aren’t alone with the boys you have friends and you can play different parts.

Witching: 11 Chapter ✓ When your brother goes missing trying to find them gets you in a turf war between two covens. This fic was actually a way for me to vent for a project I wanted to complete but the project is so big that I wrote this instead.

Herb: 2 Parts ✓ mature, smut. Jimin claims he has everything you need, he doesn’t disappoint. I came across this idea within the 365’s and extended it because I liked the idea so much. Jimin has everything from casseroles to scarfes, cat food to cell phone chargers and the reader just wants to be loved and relieve stress.

Limited Edition: 10 Chapters ✓ BTS boys are sold as limited edition figurines. This was originally me venting about not having any merch and then became a daydream that what if the merch came alive. And the story was born.

BTS Among Us: 7 Chapters ✓ gore, action, adventure, scifi, angst, death of main characters. This one was so funny for me, I had my friend pick a colour and that was the imposter from the start. I was amazed that no one figured it out in the end. I want to play again soon.

Light it up: 13 Chapters ✓ fluff, comedy, angst, romance, mature, action, adventure. This was inspired by the dynamite trailer, I loved it so much that I began writing, I had no clear direction but as I wrote it started to shape and someone said it was like stranger things and I credited Stranger things cause it did indeed have a similar premise and I don’t want to pretend I came up with something that has already been done.

Love listening: 2 Parts ✓ SMUT, comedy, fluff, angst, romance, mature. This was inspired by a strange video that came up on the internet, I was searching for BTS misheard lyrics and the video I clicked had some funny ones but after that the next suggested video was bts moans and auto play was on and well this fic was born.

Me & the ghost in Number 23: 11 ✓ fluff, comedy, scifi, supernatural, romance, angst, mature, smut, death of main character. This was inspired by many of the ghost text au’s I had read but many of them were like the show oh my ghost where the main ghost character isn’t actually dead just in a coma and I thought the opposite way instead of them waking up, I wanted things to shape the other way. This one was so difficult to write and I cried a lot due to the loneliness Jimin was facing and the mourning from Yoongi.

Hope in the sheets: 4 chapters (so far) fluff, comedy, smut, adventure, slice of life, romance, angst, mature, growing up. This one is a fic that targets my childish desires. I have grown up so much and this fic is a visual representation of that. 

Asks: 77 (ongoing) where the bts boys answer the readers questions and concerns.

Reactions: 15 (ongoing) 

Prompts: 18 (ongoing)

One shots:

Kisaeng: This was a reverse fic project, the idea that instead of Mulan pretending to be a man and going off to war, it was BTS dressing as women to stay home from war. I loved writing about fictional history. 

Steal my Sunshine: This was a summer project. I wanted to write something that felt like a very bad spy movie, like Mellissa Mccarthy and Mr Bean-esque. I formed this one and it made me laugh the whole time writing it.

Blue Side: This was talking to myself about being sad and admitting that I could be sad but I should learn to split the happy and sad into two worlds and limit my time in them both, it was about equal balance and finding the good in the sad and the sad in the good. I don’t know how hard to explain.

Temptation: I had fun writing but it is pure SMUT. not even good SMUT.

Pandemonium: This was really fun. The premise is dark and the ending is left ambiguous, in the original, Namjoon kills the reader but I left it open so you can imagine them continuing their relationship or not.

Mall santa: A fluffy christmas piece. A secret santa I wrote that I felt needed to be soft and quirky and have just all the hallmark moments.

Mad: This one is finished, but I have it published privately at the moment waiting to unveil it as it is well SMUTTY. I don’t know what it is about Taehyung but he is always so dark and I guess that's what people find appealing. I had this idea from a 365prompt and well I had to write it.

One wish: This was a birthday fic that I wrote for a friend. I wanted people to read it on their birthdays or imagine their birthdays and themselves in this position if they made the same wish.

The Check Up: I wrote for this for a friend going through a personal procedure, they were nervous so I took their bias and made something I hoped they could think about while in the procedure and I even explained the steps and what might happen over the next few days hoping the whole thing wouldn’t seem as scary because technically her mind had already been through it when reading the story.

Sparks of the heart: Robots developing human feeling. It was a cute universe and Yoongi’s story will be a series within 2021.

Dance machine 3000

Digital Art

Electronic Tonic

Circuit chef

Random Access Memory

Kookies Trojans and Malware

Feel Better: Another fic written for a author who was sick, I wanted them to endulge in some escapism whilst they were sick.

Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire & Dance is the celebration of the flame: These two were requests that I loved dearly.

Horror movies: Cheesy damsel in distress meets boys will be boys.

I will wait (somesay): This song wouldn’t get out of my head so I had to write it.

Wild Space: When I wanted to write a hybrid AU but I already have a hybrid AU being edited. So hybrid werewolves meets space.

The Bomb: This one is compete and ready to post I had to talk myself out of writing this as a series but I love the story line. I love the end.

Lost Boys: This has been stuck in my head since i had a dream about it and I finally wrote it into the new year. I hope you like it.

Mania: Not my favourite work, love ABO universe I just haven’t got an actually story line so it is on hold.

Incaceration: The story that never was, I really need to get around to this one.

Tagging: @moccahobi I know you wanted to tag me... but I am finished so I am tagging you.

[writinginstardust]

Tradition

Pairing: Tyler Jones x reader

Prompt: “Is that Mistletoe?”

Warnings: Nada, they don’t even swear 😲

A/N: Editing this was weird because I wrote it like a month ago and totally forgot the whole thing. Thanks to @writingbychelle for requesting this prompt. It’s like really cute so enjoy!

Word Count:  1799

*

“Okay,” Scarlett started as she flopped down on the couch next to Finian and Zila. “Tell me I’m not the only one who is sick to death of those two pining idiots.”

“Trust me, it’s not just you,” Cat replied with a sigh as she shifted in her armchair to face the others. Zila and Fin both murmured agreements.

Usually the cutesy awkwardness between Tyler and (Y/N) and their pining was bearable but for the past week it had been absolute hell. For one reason or another, no one had family plans for the holidays and thanks to a brilliant suggestion from Scarlett - that she was now starting to regret - everyone was spending Christmas at the apartment she, Tyler, and Cat shared. And since most of them lived all over the place, they were staying here. With the exception of Auri who lived close by and was giving Kal a home for the month. It had seemed like a great idea until it became apparent that Tyler and (Y/N)’s level of pining would go through the roof if they spent constant time together. It had been a week out of a 3 week stay and everyone had finally had enough.

“We need to do something,” Scarlett decided.

“Finally.” The relieved sigh came from Fin. “I’ve been sick of them since day one.”

“Didn’t (Y/N) arrive after most of us were already asleep?” 

“Yes. I got up to use the toilet though and unfortunately had to bear witness to the sickening heart eyes Tyler was giving her before they went to sleep.”

“Yikes,” Cat agreed, having seen something similar herself on several occasions. They were somehow even worse when tired. “What finally did it for you?” She asked Scarlett.

“They just ran into each other while (Y/N) was coming out of the bathroom and he was going in.” Everyone gave her a quizzical look. That didn’t seem particularly dramatic. “She was only in a towel.”

“Oh.” They got it now. “I am so sorry.” Fin patted her on the shoulder in a feeble attempt at comfort.

“So what do you want to do about it?” Cat asked.

“Okay,” Scarlett sat forward with a new purpose in her movements. She’d thought about this. “So the way I see it, they get together, the awkwardness stops. Right?” Three nods. “They’re only awkward because it’s awkward to have a crush on your best friend and they somehow have no idea the feeling is mutual. We just have to make it obvious to them. And what’s the best way of telling if someone likes you?” 

“Asking them,” Zila helpfully supplied.

“Well yes…”

“Almost dying and seeing what kind of reaction you get?” Cat tried, only half joking.

“What? No!”

“Get them drunk and flirt until they either kiss or punch you?” Was Fin’s suggestion

“Is that seriously your go-to, Fin?” He shrugged, grinning.

“It has about a 50% success rate.”

“That seems unlikely,” Zila frowned at him. “I’ve seen you get punched far more than I’ve seen someone kiss you.”

“Ouch.”

“Okay we’re getting really off-topic here. Fin was closest anyway. I was talking about kissing someone. You can tell a lot from a kiss. If someone isn’t into it, it’s not hard to tell.”

“So the plan is to get them to kiss?” Cat asked. “And how exactly are we meant to do that?”

“Catherine,” Scarlett received a murderous glare for that, “my dear, have you forgotten what time of year it is?”

“...It’s Christmas...oh. Mistletoe.”

“Bingo!”

“Okay. How do we do this?”

*

It had been a weird day to say the least. I’d been called to help with various innocuous tasks all over the apartment all day and now received a text from Tyler saying he’d been locked out and asking if I’d let him in. How? The apartment door was never locked if people were in. 

I finished putting the cookies Scarlett and I had been making in the oven and wiped my hands. The rest of me was still a mess, flour and cookie dough on my face, up my arms, in my hair and on my clothes despite my best efforts to avoid such a fate for them with an apron and hair tie that apparently refused to do its job. Hopefully I wouldn’t cover the carpet in flour as I wandered through the living room.

“How…?” I asked as I opened the door to Tyler’s exasperated face. 

“I have no idea.” He paused, looking me over. “Did you blow up a cake factory while I was gone?” I blushed and resisted the urge to nervously brush some of the flour from myself. Don’t ruin the carpet, I reminded myself.

“Uh, Scarlett dropped the flour and Fin…”

“Say no more.” Tyler said with a slightly shy grin. I wasn’t really sure why we were still standing in the doorway but neither of us made any move to go inside. It was a little awkward. Like most of my interactions with Tyler had been for months now. I looked around at anything that wasn’t his gorgeous face and my eyes landed on something green and plantlike hanging above the door frame. I frowned up at it.

“Is that mistletoe?” Tyler followed my gaze and I felt him still in front of me, balancing out the nervous shifting I’d begun.

“Uh, yeah...I think it is…” He trailed off and his eyes slid back down to me. God, as if things weren’t awkward enough between us as it was. We just had to get caught under mistletoe like we were in some cheesy romcom. That’s not to say part of me wasn’t jumping for joy at this situation. It would be the perfect excuse to kiss him, to finally get to find out if his lips were as soft as they were in my dreams. But even through that thought, I knew it could be a terrible idea and just make things even more uncomfortable between us. There was no one around though so we had an out.

“We, uh, we don’t have to…” 

“I mean, it is tradition. But if you don’t want to…” Before I could even think about what to say to that, to the fact that he’d at least be okay with it, Scarlett’s voice interrupted.

“Hey guys. ...Is that mistletoe?” She was acting surprised but it wasn’t fooling me and she’d noticed it far too quickly to not have known it was there somehow. “Well, looks like you have to kiss now.” She perched on the arm of the sofa and it was obvious she wasn’t going to let us get out of it. I turned back to Tyler, nervously tucking some loose, flour-covered strands of hair behind my ears.

“Uh, so…” This was far more scary than it had any right to be. Tyler smiled softly though and it went some way to putting me at ease.

“Relax.” Easy for him to say. His hand came to rest on my cheek and tilt my head up and I just about melted. I don’t know how I didn’t when his lips touched mine. They were even softer than I’d dreamed.

The kiss was gentle and loving and so so perfect. And it was real. I wanted it to last forever. He stepped a bit closer to me and slid his other hand to my waist where it felt like it belonged. My own hands somehow ended up tracing his jaw and I was probably getting flour all over him but I didn’t care. He didn’t seem to either. 

Dimly I was aware that it was going on much longer than tradition dictated but I wasn’t going to be the one to stop it. I didn’t think Tyler would either because tradition certainly didn’t require the truly amazing things he was doing with his tongue that were making my knees weak.

“Well, I guess my work here is done.” Scarlett’s voice brought me back to reality, though I didn’t really register what she said. I pulled away from Tyler as slowly as was socially acceptable and turned to Scarlett who was no longer alone it seemed. A moment later her words finally computed and they seemed to hit Tyler at the same time. I frowned.

“Wait, what?” Scarlett, Cat, Fin, and Zila exchanged glances before shrugging and motioning for Scarlett to explain.

“We might have put mistletoe up all over the apartment to get you two to kiss.”

“You did what?” Tyler looked absolutely shocked but everything started to make sense.

“So that’s why you kept asking me to come do stuff and I kept running into Tyler on the way?” They all nodded.

“Wait. Did you lock me out of the apartment? For this.” Again they nodded. “Was that really necessary?” Cat and Fin scoffed while Scarlett fixed her brother with a hard look.

“Yes. It absolutely was. You two were unbearable so we did something about it.”

“And you somehow kept ruining our attempts all day so we had to take more drastic measures,” Cat added.

“If it helps,” Scarlett said, softening a little. “It was at least partly done out of love. You’re both so obviously in love so we thought we’d help make it happen.”

“It was 90% because we were all going mad though.” Fin had to go and ruin it and received an elbow in the ribs from Scarlett for his comment.

“Uh, thanks...I guess?” I wasn’t entirely sure what to say and was starting to feel incredibly awkward again, now all too aware that Tyler’s hand was still resting on my waist.

“We should leave them alone now,” Zila said, matter of fact as always, before turning on her heal and walking to the kitchen. The others followed quickly, Fin throwing a parting wink our way and Scarlett giving us a thumbs up. I felt my cheeks heating embarrassingly.

Tyler cleared his throat quietly and I turned back to him, trying not to look as embarrassed and unsure as I felt. I managed to meet his eyes for all of a second before I was distracted by a white smudge on his cheek. I couldn’t help giggling and the little bit of tension that had slipped between us disappeared just like that.

“What is it?” Tyler asked, furrowing his brow but still smiling.

“You’ve got flour on your face.” His smile stretched into a grin and he chuckled a little before his eyes flicked up.

“You know, we’re still under the mistletoe…” I smiled back at him and twined my arms around his shoulders.

“We are...and it is tradition…” I didn’t finish my sentence as Tyler’s mouth covered my own again. Why not after all? It was Christmas and tradition is tradition.

*

Tag Lists: (send an ask if you want to be added!)

Everything: @wonderfilledness @writingbychelle @ad-astraaaa @moderngenius94

Aurora Cycle: @aurising

[hyyunjinn]

Things I Love About Stray Kids (2/∞)

a/n: hello, this is gonna be a series now because 1) I’m really happy this week, like I legit haven’t been this genuinely happy in a long time and 2) I love them more than I thought sO HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Chan

okay, this is sad but, the fact that he believes he’s the only one who carries the team? he’s blaming himself for the eliminations and didn’t even want to rejoice with everyone else because he wanted them to forgive him first. like no chan, it was never your fault--you already do so much for the team and everyone knows that. but it’s definitely admirable 

HIS FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP WITH THE REST OF JYPN IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, PUREST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD U G H HE’S LIKE THE LITTLE BROTHER OF EVERYONE WHILE HE’S ONE OF THE OLDEST IN HIS GROUP LIKE YES WHAT A CONTRAST IT’S SO CUTE

that *O* face he does is super cute yo

hiS CURLY HAIR IS S U C H a look

“i really love you guys”

^^ gave me a heart attack

HIS HAPPY CHEESY SMILE ALSDFJLASDF THAT COMPLETELY LIGHTS UP HIS FACE

his awkwardness lmao 

hello can we have a mini series of chan’s kitchen please

Woojin

“HI HELLO”

^^ HE ALREADY SAID THAT MULTIPLE TIMES AND ALSDFJSD SAME BC IDK IF THAT’S A REF TO DAY6 OR NOT BUT THE WAY HE SAYS IT IS SO CUTE

yo his killing parts in aLL THE SONGS S I G H 

i love watching him perform

um, his model poses are--ACTUALLY ALL OF HIS SELFIES AND NON-OFFICIAL PHOTOS ARE SUPER CUTE YO HE’S CUTE

giving his pizza crust to chan slkfjdasfd

HIS FOREHEAD YO

that dark blue, red cuffed plaid flannel he wore last ep? A BLESSING

he seems so insecure ever since the “not a main vocal” criticism and like? he’s working so hard? so fill up his role because he feels like he doesn’t uphold it? like idk what “not a main vocal” means but i just want everyone to appreciate how much he’s taking care of himself to improve

Minho

HELLO MY BABY IS BACK AND GONNA BE IN THE CENTER FOR THE DANCES AND BE SLAYING YO THIS ISN’T EVEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT SK ANYMORE IT’S ME YELLING ABOUT MINHO’S FXKN COMEBACK BECAUSE DO YOU SEE THE TEASERS FOR NEXT WEEK--SUCH AN AMAZING DANCER I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

SUCH A POWERFUL VISUAL HE ALREADY GOT TWO FANSITES--HYUNJIN IS SHAKING 

he, can dance to Lie, Begin, Dope, Blood Sweat and Tears, Spring Day, idk probably all BTS songs w h a t  t a l e n t

HE EVEN APPEARS LIKE THREE TIMES IN AN OFFICIAL BTS PHOTOBOOK LIKE I STAN A LEGEND

okay but also, we have to talk about that brown jacket/striped shirt look he wore last ep bc it iS C U T E 

he’s also that lowkey weird that if you don’t catch it, you won’t know so he passes off as the normal one of the group and it makes it x4837234 more funnier

did I already say this a millio--I LOVE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM

him giving up on Felix’s Korean

also, the fact that his earrings are just these black circles and tbh it’s sorta hot b y e

bonus: i miss him so much and i really really really i need more content of him and get to know him better before i combust

Changbin

is so willing to help everyone in the group oh man he’s so kind

doesn’t even get mad when everyone picks on him and just goes along with it

I KNOW EVERYONE HAS SAID THIS BUT IT’S AMAZING HOW HE COMPLETELY DESTROYED HIS “DARK CONCEPT” IN THE FIRST EPISODE AND NOW EVERYONE IS JUST LIKE “CHANGBINNIE YOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU”

goes with the flow of things so well--he gets along with everyone pretty nicely and I think that’s pretty cool

“AH”

tbhlowkeysortadonewithjypbutthatsjustwhatithinksodontquotemeonthis

H I S  B O Y F R I E N D  O U T F I T S man changbin stans how you doin

what was that extra pose when taking a picture like klasjdflskadf 

WHAT WAS THAT POST ICE SKATING DATE PIC WITH HIM ON THE TABLE

Hyunjin

PHOTOGRAPHER!HYUNJIN MY ABSOLUTE FAVE CONCEPT

like laying on the ground for the perfect angle? wHAT A MOOD

wait, fanboy!hyUNJIN WHEN HE JUST OBVIOUSLY STARES AT JINYOUNG OH MY GOSH YOU COULDN’T BE LESS OBVIOUS I LOVE THIS KID

how he wants so badly to improve? i really admire how much effort he’s putting into his rap and it’s really amazing to watch and hear the improvement since hellevator 

“YAH”

he seems like he has his life together and has a pretty nonchalant facade but seeing through the cracks of his insecurities makes him so human and like him so much more than i think i would? 

HE’S ALWAYS DANCING HONESTLY THAT’S SO CUTE WHAT A NERD

UM HIS GIGGLES GET ME EVERY TIME PLEASE STOP A T T A C K I N G ME HONESTLY

ASKLDJF GOTTA BRING THIS BACK BUT WHEN HE JUST SLIDES AND OPENS HIS MOUTH FOR CHAN TO FEED HIM WAS SO FUNNY I’M NOT OVER IT

Jisung

that fKN KILLING PART IN YOUNG WINGS LSKADJFALSDF AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THE LITTLE GIGGLE HE DID AT THE END OF STRAY CUTS 4 

he’s so bright and happy and optimistic everyone needs a Jisung in our lives

casually just smushes his face into the camera so i can see his pretty eyes duh thanks kid

okay but when he was singing that parody of Don’t Wanna Cry he did this little thing to his vOICE THAT SOUNDS SO AMAZING I CAN’T GET OVER IT LIKE LAKSJDFLASDF WTF TA L E N T

he’s so annoying i love him asldkfjasdf like idk if i like him behind the cam and annoying his members or on screen doing something weird honestly probably both

THAT PICTURE CHANGBIN TOOK OF HIM BITING THE CHAIN LSKADFJSDF EWWW LMAO

WOAH WHEN WE SAW A GLIMPSE OF PRODUCER JISUNG THAT WAS SO COOL 

no but seriously? he’s so optimistic and supports everyone and he’s so wonderful and kind and super talented but i think we know that and s i g h i hope ya’ll appreciate this mess of a boy bc OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO MENTION THAT I LOVE BRACES JISUNG HAHAHAHHAHAHA

Felix

honestly, i really just like his black hair and i think ya’ll should know this 

he’s such a hard worker?? when he showed us the time at 5 in the morning--I have a feeling he stayed up that long rather than waking up at 5 kid don’t do that it’s not healthy but! he’s doing so much and it’s amazing

OKAY BUT LIKE, THAT PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY WHEN HE TOLD CHANGBIN TO KISS HIM LIKE ALSKDFJSLDF MINHO WAS SO READY TO STRANGLE HIM ONLY FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “hyung kiss me” alskdjfasldf what is with him

“annyeonghaseyo“ in thAT DEEP VOICE OF HIS BABY OH MAN WHAT A WAY TO COME BACK

his orange smile laskfjdlasdf

him adjusting jeongin’s outfit was so cute hehe

the way he clings onto jisung is super cUTE UGH THEY’RE LIKE ATTACHED BY THE HIP AND IT’S SO CUTE idk if it’s bc they’re a day apart so they’re like “WE’RE TWINS NOW” or bc jisung can speak english apparently? something like that?

i think people forget that he’s more than just a meme and a deep voiced boy? i love watching him practice dancing in the background and like? he’s part of dance line? LET ME SEE HIM DANCE MORE OMG

ASKLDFJSDAFL WHEN HE MESSED UP ON THAT ONE WORD AND MNET HAD TO EDIT IN THE MISSING CHARACTER ASKLDFJSD THAT WAS SO FUNNY YOU WERE SO CLOSE KID

Seungmin

HELLO THIS IS MY UNDERRATED BABY WHO DESERVES THE WORLD bc he’s funny as heck guys why do you not notice this

honestly im gonna say it agaiN: HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONs especially when he has that dumb dazed look askldfjasdf what a boy

messes around with Jeongin in the back

when he cornered jeongin u H 

he writes things in his journal to improve! and he is! 

i really hope he stands out a little bit more when he performs! i hope he’s working on it! but I also like how if you are a seungmin stan, you’ll notice the small things he does when he performs and it’s like a little secret only people who deserve to know, knows and he knows it’s just between him and his fans saklfjsadf

when he decides to be a lil sht like that one time chan and hyunjin was arguing and he’s just like “we’ll take three ramens and a packet of dumplings” or something like that 

can i just say that his clothing style is probably my favorite because i gush about each outfit he wears like all the time?

he’s so into singing and you can see it every time he does and it’s wonderful

Jeongin

WHEN HE WAS CRINGING BECAUSE OF HIS PARENTS: WHAT A MOOD

WHEN HE GUNNED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF JISUNG’S KILLING PART: WHAT A MOOD PT 2

WHEN HE ESCAPED JISUNG’S WRATH AND RAN TO THE OTHER SIDE AND CHEEKILY WAVED AT HIM: WHAT A MOOD PT 3

his escalator impression was hecka nice

OKAY WE BARELY SAW IT BUT LIKE? THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ARE FINALLY PRAISING HIM BECAUSE HE SPENT ALL THOSE TIMES PRACTICING BY HIMSELF TO STRENGTHEN HIS VOICE I’M SO PROUD OF HIM 

this baby always has a smile on his face and it’s the most infectious smile ever and i love him i love him please stay as happy as you can be because you deserve everything and more

*screeches* HIS BANDANNA LOOK IN SCHOOL LIFE KLASDJFASD I LOVE IT SO MUCH

when he was all shy shy with all the girls screaming his name at the busking: tag yourself i was the girls spiritually yelling his name

hAH I ALSO SEE THE BLACKPINK FANBOY IN HIM OHOHO THAT’S SUPER CUTE 

[darveyfics]

The Art of Trick-or-Treating

Prompt:

Anon: Darvey take their son/daughter trick or treating for the first time

mrgaretcarter: TRICK OR TREATING WITH THEIR OWN KID(S) ps: one of them has to be a girl

--

He had come home on Wednesday evening later than usual in an attempt to finish up work so they could spend the Halloween weekend at his father's place in Boston and not be interrupted by clients with questions. It was approaching midnight when he walked in and noticed the overhead lights at the kitchen island were still on, and he turned the corner to find his wife, sitting on a barstool, with what he assumed to be dinner she had shared with their daughter at a normal hour earlier this evening.

He sets his briefcase on the floor near the island and lets out a long sigh and moves to Donna's side, pressing his lips to her temple and whispering his hey.

"Hey," Donna greets through a mouthful of macaroni and cheese. "There’s more in the oven if you’re hungry.”

"Oven?" He asks but moves away to the other side of the island to take it out anyway. 

"Your daughter wakes at the sound of your alarm going off for your 5:00 am runs. Do you think I was going to test that on the microwave at midnight when I'm starving?" Donna says with a slight laugh. "I wanted to eat my food while it was still hot."

He chuckles and uses the hot pads, and notices there’s an extra plate still on the counter, so he sets the hot dish on the top of the stove as he closes the oven door and turns the stove off. 

He piles the macaroni and cheese onto his plate and sits on the barstool next to her. 

"How's the world of corporate law this evening?" Donna jokes as she runs her fork of cheesy noodles through her puddle of ranch dressing on her plate.

"Pretty quiet for the start of the fourth quarter of the year," Harvey says with a shrug.

They eat in silence as Donna scrolls through the various apps on her phone and looks at all the tagged pictures she's in on Instagram with interest.

"You finish her costume?" Harvey asks between bites of his dinner. 

"Yep," she nods as she likes a comment that made her chuckle a little inside. "And, of course, she wanted to watch The Little Mermaid as I finished it. So we viewed it three times today."

Harvey shook his head. 

"It’s your fault you know," Harvey pointed out. "You’re the one who showed her all the princesses with the same hair colour as the two of you."

She sets her phone down and stabs noodles on his plate and eats them and gives him a look. 

"You can do my dishes," Donna says as she stands and sets her fork across her empty plate. "I have to pee."

Harvey shakes his head and watches as she leaves the room and goes back to their bedroom. He finishes dinner and their dishes, and he's yawning as peeks in the room across from theirs to find his little princess has decided to sleep at the foot of her bed. 

When he steps into his own room, Donna is laying on her side of the bed and has stolen one of his pillows. She’s far from sleep and watches as he moves through his nightly routine. After stripping down to his boxer briefs, he climbs into bed, and she shifts to find a comfortable position as she moves closer to him.

"How long did you nap today?" He asks quietly as his fingers weave through her locks. 

"Umm, five-ish hours between the two naps?" She sighs. "I’m exhausted but can’t sleep. Big surprise."

His fingers move from her hair to steal under the sheets and run down her side to her waist, drawing a pattern on the side of her growing belly.

"I can tell you a riveting tale about the meeting Jessica and I just had with Paul Porter and his bowtie trying to convince us we should switch the firm's compensation structure," he tells her while still tracing patterns on her belly.

"You paid attention?" She asks with more than a hint of scepticism in her tone.

"Well, Jessica told me the highlights. His bow tie was a bunch of little pumpkins and aliens. I was fascinated and worried at the same time," Harvey recalled.

"Elizabeth definitely gets her attention span from you," Donna quietly laughs. "But, sure, bore me to sleep."

Harvey pouts a little, but soon enough he launches into his day that had been jam-packed with meetings. -- Thursday, the day before Halloween, is a slow start to their long weekend. Harvey decided to let Donna sleep in a little and gets their three-year-old daughter ready for a half a day of driving, but she's a little hostile in the way only three-year-olds can get away with, and she wakes Donna with her jagged crying. 

He's looking apologetic as Elizabeth runs and hugs her mother's legs and Donna decides today a bribe will get them closer to a successful morning and future nap, so she suggests going out to get hot chocolate and pancakes and Elizabeth stops crying and looks up at her mother with wide brown eyes. She has to let her father put her in warm clothes since its autumn, and they compromise with one of her rejected costumes. And as Harvey helps her dress as Donna gets dressed from her pajamas into something loose and comfortable for a walk down a few blocks, he thinks about the past Halloweens they've had as a family.

Her first Halloween, Elizabeth was two months old, and Donna was in Los Angeles doing talk show rounds with the various networks promoting her film that was coming out and a new television show she was taking part in. Naturally, where mom went, the new baby went. She had taken pictures of their baby dressed in a little monkey onesie costume they had picked out when they had gone outfit shopping and sent them to him via text. It was a welcome respite from the frustrating day of court he had when he got back to his office to find pictures and a video waiting. When they had FaceTimed later that night, he watched as his little monkey fell asleep as Donna unwrapped candy she had received in the guest dressing rooms as they talked about their respective long days. 

Her second Halloween, they had moved into a new building and didn’t know any of the neighbours. So, Donna had the day off from the set, and she took the little Nemo in with her to Pearson Specter and the partners and associates were kind enough to take a minute out of their day to let the two-year-old get candy. Harvey had been meeting with a client so they were a surprise in the office when he came back. Elizabeth had wiggled out of Jessica’s arms and ran to the elevators to reach for her father. It had been an Instagram-worthy photo with little hands squishing Harvey’s cheeks in an attempt to make fish lips as he grinned. That picture was a top ten of the year as it passed over 100,000 likes. A new record for her that year.

Now, her third Halloween would be the first time she'd experience trick or treating for real as Donna was wrapping her series and had gotten Thursday and Friday off and Harvey was the one with the idea to give her a real trick or treating experience like they had when they were kids. Donna reminded him that she had spent most of her younger trick-or-treating years in Cortland where the houses tend to be half a mile away or longer. He gave her a look because he was just trying to make a gesture and she laughed and told him it was sweet. 

As bribed, they eat breakfast at the café down the street. As they walk, Elizabeth is between them, dressed as a little zookeeper with a little giraffe wrapped around her neck. Elizabeth's hands are in either one of Donna's and Harvey's and every few minutes Elizabeth counts one, two, 'free, and she's lifted between them, and a giggle makes its way past her lips. 

Their daughter can’t contain her excitement at the little foam pumpkin the barista draws in the milky froth of her hot chocolate. While waiting for their food, Donna sets all their drinks together to show off the art of a maple leaf, a pumpkin, and a cat face in their respective beverages. Of course, little fingers that are more interested in continuing to sneak the extra chocolate powder feature in the picture she edits for her Instagram.

"You know your most loyal fans will be here within ten minutes," Harvey points out as he sees she tags the location.

"Why do you think I always post it as we're finishing?" Donna says as she shows him it's all set to be posted, but she hasn't pressed the done button. "I'd like to eat these pancakes in peace."

Harvey looks at her with slight concern as she wraps her scrambled eggs in a pancake with a bit of syrup. But he learned to stop asking, and it's not like anyone in the café is paying attention to them.

Elizabeth eats her one along with her eggs, separately, and since they're sitting on the same side, she leans into his side, and her fork touches his french toast in an effort to steal it. He takes the hint and cuts it up, and Donna laughs and shares a conspiratory grin with their daughter as father and daughter share the remainder of Harvey’s breakfast.

When they get back to the condo, it's much easier to finish packing the last minute items and loading the SUV for the nearly five-hour drive--in good traffic--to Boston when mother and daughter are sated with food.

And, it's a more leisurely drive when, a few hours in, both of his passengers are asleep, and he can listen to his music in peace. -- When they get to Gordon Specter’s hour in the late afternoon, Marcus and his family were already there. It looked like they had come straight from school as two bright pink backpacks sit near the coat rack in the entryway. His father was watching a rerun of some show, his brother and his wife were on the couch, and it looked like the five and seven-year-olds were outside burning off energy. 

He opens the door with Elizabeth still half asleep in his arms and an overnight bag hanging on his shoulder while Donna held the garment bag all their costumes were in for tomorrow night. 

They say passing hellos as they head upstairs for his old bedroom to set their stuff down before heading back downstairs.

When he finally sat down on the loveseat with Donna, Katie made an effort to clear her throat loudly and dramatically. 

He heard Donna sigh, and he hid his grin by pretending to check to see if Elizabeth had fallen back asleep or if she was just quietly observing the scene around her. It was the latter.

In Katie Specter's hands was the most recent issue of Vanity Fair with Donna’s face on the cover. It was fitting that she be on the October issue and get to dress up in Halloween costumes considering this is her favourite holiday. 

"I see you’ve found a fascinating read," Donna says as she leans forward on the cushion she sits on. She turns to Gordon. "How many did you buy?"

"I’m kinda digging that you’re Ariel, Merida, Elastigirl, and Elsa, all in one article. But the best part is probably your little Anna," Katie laughs as Gordon pretends like he doesn’t hear Donna. 

"They were going to have me be Anna, but when they saw her, well, they decided she'd make her modelling debut," Donna says with a laugh. 

She gets up from the couch and moves to the kitchen to get herself water and thinks if she's hungry, Elizabeth is bound to be as well and sneaks some Chex Mix from Gordon's pantry.

"I'm wondering about the new feature coming in April 2015," Gordon says with his brows raised as he ignores the television for a moment. "Your IMDB doesn't list any projects with that release date."

It had been one of the last questions they asked what she had been looking forward to in 2015 and she had laughed before answering 'Probably my feature in April 2015' and not giving any more details.

Before she sits on the loveseat again, she turns to her audience and her hand that holds the bag of Chex Mix moves to her tunic, and smooths the material over her growing but still a moderately small bump for 18 weeks.

"Our new feature," Donna laughs. "Due like nineteen days before I have to go back to work on the new season in April."

"Shit," Marcus finally pipes up and hands over a fifty dollar bill to his father.

Gordon winks at Harvey as Donna sits on the loveseat again and she and Elizabeth dig into his Chex Mix. -- In an effort to have Elizabeth's first real Halloween be memorable, they all decided it would be a family-themed event. 

"I'm starting to regret this costume," Donna says as she catches Harvey's eyes in the mirror as she teases her hair a little more with her pick comb.

Harvey gives her an appreciative once over as she stands up straight.

She was wearing a black bateau neckline, high waisted dress that had violet, lavender, purple, white, and black tulle draping down the waist to make her look like an octopus without the gaudy appendages. 

She had teased her hair with enough product to wonder if it would set itself on fire near an open flame. Her off-white hair sits in a messy beehive. She has shockingly bright red lipstick on and the most vivid blue eyeshadow colour he'd ever seen.

"Because it's supposed to rain later?" He asks.

"More like my boobs hurt, my back hurts, and I swear my feet are also starting to swell the longer I stand here," she sighs and tosses the comb in her hands onto the counter.

Harvey steps into her personal space and his hands move over her hips through the tulle. He spaces out his thumbs on either side of her lower back to find the familiar knot on either side. His thumbs work in a tiny, circular motion with ease as he presses close.

She leans her hands against the counter as she breathes in and out slowly.

"Better?" He asks after a few minutes of kneading and watching her mirrored reflection.

"It's a start," she concedes. 

"Mmh," he says with a laugh as he backs away and lets her turn to face him. "You smell like baby powder."

"Can't exactly use the temporary hair dye," she says with a sigh as she presses a hand to her growing belly that's somewhat hidden in the folds of tulle.

"You could have worn a wig," he points out and regrets it as soon as she narrows her eyes.

"I just wore a wig on and off for the last month. These locks need to breathe," Donna reminds him. "And all this new hair growth is making my scalp itchy, so it's a good thing we're wrapping soon."

"Let's go get our little Ariel so we can trick-or-treat and then I can feed you. And I even went to get that god awful spumoni ice cream and some potato chips for you from the store."

Donna frowns because that's exactly what she wants. She hates that her cravings are predictably the same.

"The tabloids think my cravings are ice cream and pickles," she notes as she follows him out of the washroom.

"I bought pickles once for sandwiches," Harvey says as he shakes his head.

"Apparently if you buy ice cream and pickles at the same time, they report I am pregnant, and they assume it's for me," Donna shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, I mean, they're not wrong with one report. We just haven't officially confirmed it? Nevermind we also bought like thirty other items at the grocery store that day," Harvey sighs but drops the subject as they find themselves now on the outskirts of his father's living room with a grumpy little Sebastian, a crying Flounder, and a mischevious looking Ariel in the arms of King Triton.

"That's all you," Donna pats Harvey's arm before moving to the coat rack to get her black hoodie--just in case it does start to rain.

Harvey moves and takes Elizabeth from his father's arms.

"She hasn't done anything," Gordon says. "But I know that look, so I kept her out of the fray."

Her little brown eyes are twinkling with mischief, and her little dimples are showing as she laughs as her two cousins get reprimanded by Marcus who’s the crazy Chef Louis and Katie, dressed as Carlotta, the palace maid. Harvey tampers his own smile and figures the best course of action is just to leave the situation before he starts to laugh and set a bad example.

"Let's have you go potty before we head out," Harvey says as he walks back to the washroom on this floor to let his brother and sister-in-law handle their fighting children.

Donna had gone with a long sleeve peach-coloured leotard for Elizabeth's costume to keep her warm. Ariel's familiar purple seashell top was carefully stuck on the leotard thanks to neat strips of iron-on adhesive that's usually used to hem pants magically. She was determined to keep their three-year-old warm while trick or treating without compromising the costume, and since she couldn't sew worth a damn, improvisation is essential.

She had the foresight to get one that had buttons, so there was no catastrophes or wardrobe malfunctions as Harvey helped Elizabeth out of her green sequence skirt and lime green leggings to keep her warm. He thinks Donna will teach her to hold skirts and dresses up after she masters the main point--to go when she needs to and without prompting or them noticing the familiar "potty dance."

For his own Prince Eric costume, he'd stuck with his own clothes--a bright white button down and dark blue jeans. He had to find a pair of black snow boots, and he had folded his jeans up to where the boots and pants meet. Donna had snuck a red sash from the costume department to tie around his waist, and he sported a combover and had enough pomade to make it darker than his sandy-brown natural hair colour.

All in all, it was quite the family affair, and Donna made sure to capture the whole thing with video and pictures. -- Gordon Specter lived on a cul de sac in one of Boston's suburban, middle-class neighbourhoods where everyone knew everybody, and there were monthly neighbourhood cookouts.

To begin, they practice at Gordon's door, and Marcus's kids participate thanks to a bribe of ten dollars from Harvey for their time.

The seven-year-old rings the bell and Gordon answers the door with such enthusiasm Elizabeth wiggles excitedly and giggles out a version of trick-or-treat and attempts to go back inside.

"Hey, wait, you don't go into the houses," Harvey says as he scoops her up. "You say trick-or-treat and then wait for candy."

Harvey nods, and they try it again. That time she doesn't go in, but as they call it a success and Gordon deposits a box of Milk Duds in her bag, she digs through her bag and hands said tote to Harvey and runs to Donna whose conversing with Katie at the end of the driveway.

There's a brief meltdown as Donna explains treats are for after its all done but her tears vanish when Donna says they can share this one box until tonight after dinner. Elizabeth doesn't know the box only holds four and Donna takes two for herself as she hands the open box back to Elizabeth as they begin at the neighbour's house for the official start.

With Gordon living on the block for the past 15 years, it’s not surprising when neighbours see Donna, Harvey, and Elizabeth with Gordon, Marcus, and Marcus' family as they trick-or-treat, they want to chat with the New Yorkers who only make the occasional holiday visit. Thankfully, they refrain and just mention they need to catch up one night when they’re still here or plan something at a later date.

Harvey's tenth grade English teacher lives a block down from his dad, so it's no surprise he spends a little more time here and makes Donna come up the driveway with him and Elizabeth. The woman reminds him that he almost failed her class by failing to participate in the theatre portion of class and wonders how he appreciates the stage and acting because he's been married to a famous actress for the past eight years.

"I'm a Donna fan, Mrs Burkowicz," Harvey shrugs. "Maybe if I had gone to tenth grade in Hartford, I would have passed English with more than a B-."

Donna bites the inside of her cheek and Harvey tilts his head and grins. Elizabeth’s trick-or-treat sounds more like 'tick-er-teat' and Harvey stifles a laugh each time she mutters it.

Elizabeth gets an extra handful of candy despite her father's sass.

"For you and your mom," Mrs Burkowicz says as she looks to the little Ariel whose eyes are huge as she looks between her canvas tote and the lady who just gave her treats.

"No, dad," Elizabeth conspires.

Donna decides now is the perfect time to laugh aloud, and she takes Elizabeth's hand and starts to walk away.

Harvey looks back at his old English teacher, and the woman winks before shutting the door.

Donna and Harvey take turns walking up the driveways with the rest of his family as they continue moving throughout the neighbourhood.

They make it almost four more blocks before Elizabeth gets tired of walking and asks to be held by Harvey. It’s another seven blocks before she falls asleep and they go another ten before the sky begins to darken and Donna’s steps slow because her back aches, her feet are sore, and she’s hungry for something that isn't candy that she's been sneaking every few blocks from Elizabeth's bag she carries.

Donna thinks she's going to really enjoy this weekend eating through their kid's candy and wondering how many slices of Pinocchio's she can eat without getting tired of the cheesy goodness. -- Elizabeth was still passed out, leaning against her mother as Donna lounged against the arm of the couch with her feet in Harvey’s lap as he sat on the far cushion and absentmindedly worked his fingers against the muscles and tendons in Donna's feet and calves. They were waiting for Katie and Marcus to get back with the pizza, pasta, and salad before waking Elizabeth. With Elizabeth draped alongside her and stuck between her mother and the couch, Donna's skirt and dress material were pulled enough that everyone in the room could really see the swell of her belly. 

"You know what it is yet?" Gordon asks as he watched his daughter-in-law run her fingers through her daughter's hair as the less boisterous Specter family shared the room. The other little kids are in the kitchen trading candy and drinking a can of soda they're not really supposed to have in an effort to get a sugar rush while mom and dad are away and grandpa's in charge.

"Uh, a few days ago, the ultrasound tech accidentally said it’s a girl," Donna says as she looks over at her father-in-law with a small smile. "95% certain."

"Both my sons, surrounded by females," Gordon chuckles. "Did Marcus let you know they’re trying for a boy?"

Harvey shook his head, but Donna nodded.

"Katie was wondering if we’re going to have another. I told her we needed to get through birthing this one before thinking about a number three," Donna says honestly.

Gordon chuckles, and Harvey already feels slightly overwhelmed by the thought.

As Harvey and his father play catch up, Donna finds a fantastic photo of the three of them where her bump is visible and decides to let her fans in on their secret. After all, its been almost a month of speculation since Vanity Fair was published with her cryptic interview answer and thankfully her coworkers and the set crew kept mum even as fans began to stalk the set more and tweet at her fellow cast members.

In the photo outside on the lawn of Gordon's house, Elizabeth is having a little meltdown, pulling on the tulle skirt of her mother's and therefore showing off her baby bump as Donna, as Ursula, kisses Harvey, as Prince Eric. When Katie sees it on her own feed the next day, she jokingly demands a photo cred, and when Donna does indeed photo cred her username, Katie ends up with hundreds of new follower requests.

She posts another two during the weekend in Boston. One of the backs of the entire crew walking down the sidewalk--she doesn't like to feature the faces of little ones, including her own, just to keep something private. The last is a shot of Harvey and Elizabeth as they sit on the rug and sort out the Halloween candy. In the photo, Elizabeth is sharing an M&M with her father.

That weekend, Donna tells Harvey they should really do the whole neighbourhood-type trick-or-treating every year, and she hopes the family-themed trick-or-treats last at least until Elizabeth is a teenager and therefore becomes too cool to dress the same as her soon-to-be sister.

Harvey wonders if it’d be appropriate to also buy a house in New York to escape to for the weekends. And, for future trick-or-treating adventures. And, maybe to even start hosting holidays and inviting people and having enough room to spare.

[jarpadandjensenaremyheroes]

A Bottle of Jack

A/n- This fic was written for @impalaimagining’s Cheesy Pickup Line Challenge. My prompt was “Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs and what’s in between.” It was also written for @ravengirl94’s 1.5k challenge. My prompt for her was “I’m too sober for this.” Both are bolded in the story. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine alone. I hope y’all like it!

I'm also tagging a few extra people I think would like this. If you wish to not be tagged in things like this, it won't hurt my feelings if you tell me so.

Warnings: Swearing, smut adjacent (no explicit smut, but I would NOT consider it SFW) fluff, teensy bit of angst if you look at just the right time, switching POVs.

Word count: 3,034 (this one kind of got away from me)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

EDIT: 'Keep Reading' link inserted.

Y/N's POV

You, Dean, and Sam always went to some grungy bar scene to celebrate a successful hunt. More often than not, you ended up being the one who quit after 3 beers to make sure you all got back to whatever motel you were staying at safely. You thought tonight would be no different, so you sat up at the bar, watching Dean hustle some guys at pool and Sam hitting on one of the waitresses. She bore a striking resemblance to Jess, and you didn’t have the heart to tear him away so you could talk about your feelings.

Dean was a flirt. He flirted with anything that had long tan legs and a pair of boobs, which included you. But he never seemed to want to take things further. He kissed you once, when he was shit-face drunk. It was after a hunt gone bad, and you had gotten really hurt. A rougarou had sliced your stomach open and if it weren’t for Dean literally holding you together until Cas got there, you wouldn’t have made it. He pushed you away again after his lips left yours that night, and when he never brought it up the next morning, you figured he either didn’t remember or thought it was a mistake. So you left it alone.

Sam, on the other hand, he encouraged your emotions. He thought his brother cared for you, but was afraid of losing you like so many others he once loved. So he pushed you away to protect you and himself. He couldn’t bring himself to let his walls down and let you in. But Sam pushed you keep trying. You both deserve to be happy, and happy together, he said. You wanted to believe him, but sitting here watching Dean eye the girls standing around him, it was hard.

Sighing, you signaled the bartender for a refill. As she went to take the bottle away, you asked her if she could leave it.

“My boss ain’t here tonight, so I guess it’s alright. Just don’t start any trouble, or I’ll tell the cops you stole it when they show up for you.”

“Don’t worry, I just want to keep to myself tonight,” you informed her with a sad tone.

She gave you a curt nod as she walked away, clearly happy that she didn’t have to wait on you anymore.

You decided in that moment, sitting there watching Dean teach some bimbo to play pool, that you were going to get drunk. The motel was close enough you could just walk back. Chances are you’d have to walk back anyways. You usually did on the nights that both the brothers got lucky. But you didn’t want to think about Dean anymore, you just wanted to be numb.

You didn’t bother nursing the alcohol. You just kept pouring drink after drink. After a while, Sam came to let you know he was going home with the Jessica Moore look-alike.

“S’fine Sammy,” you slurred at him. “Haves fun.” You turned back to your bottle, looking at it with lidded eyes.

“Whoa…what the hell Y/N? You’re not driving, right?”

“I’s gonna walk. I know where’m going.”

“Okaaay… Just…just wait here for a second, okay?”

You wordlessly waved him off as you went back to drinking away all your emotions.

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Dean's POV

Sam walked over to me. “Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing to Y/N? She’s over there drinking herself into oblivion because you can’t be a man for two god damn minutes and tell her how you feel. Instead, you’re forcing her to watch while you get wasted and go home with some ditzy bitch! Man up and go tell her, now, or I’ll tell her for you, and I won’t stop her when she kicks your ass into next week for it, or worse; when she walks out on us because you’re too much of a coward to say something. Go fix this Dean!”

I looked at Sam like a deer in headlights.

“Dean don’t you dare tell me I haven’t tried to tell you about all this before. You don’t get to play dumb and act all innocent here. That poor woman is slowly killing herself, because she thinks you’re happy this way. I don’t know how much more of this she can take, or how much more I can take standing by and watching her do this to herself. She fucking loves you man, and you’re killing her. Please, at least get her back to the motel and let her sleep it off. Now, I’m going home with Allie over there, so fix this tonight while I’m not around. I’ll see you in the morning. Take care of her, Dean.” Sam’s voice dropped at the end, making him sound a little more threatening than he usually did.

I rubbed a hand down my face as I sighed. Sam was right; I was being an ass to Y/N because I was a coward. I was too afraid of losing her, but I would lose her anyways if things continued like this. She would walk right out of my life because I was hurting her. Sighing once again, I made my way over to Y/N at the bar, ignoring the protests of what’s-her-face over at the pool table.

Y/N just about fell off her barstool by the time I reached her. I shot a hand out to steady her on her feet, but she scowled and wrenched her arm away.

“Hey honey…how ya doing?”

She turned around and her face softened when she realized it was me.

“Hiya handsome. Buy me a drink?” she slurred as she stumbled against my chest. “I like your face. I wanna kiss it. Can I kiss your face Deano?”

I groaned. “I’m too sober for this.” I ran a hand down his face and collected myself for a moment. “Come on Y/N. Let’s go back to the motel. You need water and sleep.”

I took her by the arm but quickly changed tactics when she swayed around.  I placed my arm around her waist and led her out the door. As I helped her into the Impala, she leaned over and hurled onto the pavement. I jumped out of the way just in time to save my boots.

“Okay you make sure you get all that out now, sweetheart! There’s no puking in Baby!”

She sat back up after a minute. “Do you have any water?”

“We’ll get you some when we get to the motel.”

“I just wanna… I gotta…” She moved across the bench seat and placed her head on my shoulder. She hummed, “better,” and then shut her eyes.

A few minutes later, I was pulling Baby into the parking spot in front of Y/N’s motel room. Normally she shared with him and Sam, but every now and then they had the extra money to spring her a room of her own room.  As I helped her out of the car, she threw herself against my chest.

“You’re so pretty Dean. Got a pretty face. I just wanna smush it and kiss it. I gotta touch it.” She reached her hand out to stroke my face, but I caught her by the wrist.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Let’s just… Let’s get you inside and we’ll talk about it over some water. You need so much water…”

As I sat her down on one of the beds, she started giggling uncontrollably.

“What’s so damn funny?”

 She took a gasping breath, trying to control herself. “Do you have a map? I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

I laughed so hard I almost fell over. “Cheesy pickup lines? Really Y/N? That’s my bid. Try all you want, but that’s not gonna work on me.”

“I was feeling a little off tonight, but you definitely turned me on.”

I just shook my head and sighed as I sat down next to her. She pulled me down to lie on the bed with her.

“Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.”

Dean let out a groan.

“You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?”

I growled and screwed my eyes shut for a moment, willing my erection to go away. I opened my eyes when the sound of soft snoring drifted to my ears. She had passed out, thank Chuck.

I sent Sam a text message before I decided to take a cold shower.

Sam, she was too drunk for me to say anything tonight. She couldn’t even stand upright. I’m staying in her room for the night and will tell her first thing in the morning, so long as she is sober. I want this to be something she remembers. –D

I took a shower, finally calming myself enought to go lay with her, and checked my phone on the way to the bed..

You better. My threat still stands, Dean; I will if you don’t. And you won’t like that outcome.

I rolled my eyes, too tired to come up with some witty response. I pulled on a t-shirt and crawled into bed next to Y/N. Before I could even reach to turn of the lamp on the bedside table, she had rolled over and snuggled into my side with her head buried in my neck. I could smell the rosemary and mint shampoo she uses, and the rose scented body wash she loves so much. I ran my hand through her hair almost involuntarily, and she roused for a split second. She picked her head up and looked at me with unfocused eyes and a sparkling smile. She pushed her face back down into my neck, and I felt her inhale deeply.

So quiet I almost missed it, she murmured, “I love you Dean Winchester. Please don’t leave me.”

In that moment, my heart broke. She has lost so many people, and she thought she would lose me too. Pressing a kiss to her head, I softly whispered, “I’ll never leave you, Y/N. I love you too much to ever leave. I’ll always be here for you, I promise.”

I quickly fell asleep, listening to the even breathing from Y/N. I didn’t even think about how things would play out in the morning. I just knew I would tell her how I felt all this time. Even though I don’t deserve her, she deserved to know.

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Y/N's POV

You slowly came to your senses as you took stock of the scene around you. Sunlight was filtering in through the dingy curtains on the opposite side of the room. Your head was pounding and your throat burned. Between the taste in your mouth and your burning throat, you knew you had puked last night. But normally when you get that wasted, you don’t sleep that well. And you certainly don’t curl up under the covers of your bed. You don’t even make it to the bed half the time…

As you braced your hand under you to sit up, you froze. There was someone beneath you. Very cautiously, you turned your head to see who it was.

“Dean? What are you doing in my bed?! Oh my god I swear whatever it was I said last night, I’m sure I didn’t mean it. You know how I get when I’m drunk! I’m so sorry Dean. God I can never do anything right, I always screw everything up! And now I’ve gone and screwed up our friendship! Just say the word and I’ll pack my things and go. I’ll hotwire a car until I can get back to mine at the bunker. I don’t wanna-”

Dean pressed his lips to yours and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as you melted into his chest once more. Finally he broke away, but didn’t take his hands off you. He kept you firmly planted against his body.

“You’re not going anywhere. I’ve been a fool, Y/N. I was too scared to say anything to you about my feelings, because I couldn’t handle it if you ran off, if I ruined this. I mean, you’re my brother’s best friend, and you’re what keeps us from falling apart, sometimes literally. I don’t know how to function without you, so I didn’t say anything. God, Y/N, I love you. I love you more than I can put into words. You are the best thing to ever walk into my life, and I’m never letting you walk out. I know you love me too, because you said it last night. You also said some other things, but if you don’t remember them I won’t dredge it up. I like drunk Y/N though. She’s hilarious and so adorable!”

As Dean snorted with laughter, memories came flooding back to you. You felt your face pale slightly.

“Did I really… Did I try pickup lines on you?” you asked in horror.

Dean could only nod his confirmation; he was laughing too hard and having trouble breathing. You whacked his chest.

“It’s not funny Dean! This is so embarrassing…” you sat up and faced away from Dean as you hung your head in your hands.

“It’s not embarrassing.” He sat up and pulled you between his legs, your back against his chest. He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder while his hands found their way under the hem of your tank top. “Do you have any idea the things you did to me last night? I had to take a cold shower before I could get anywhere near you again. And feel what you’ve done to me this morning already?” He grabbed your hips and pressed your ass against his already hard cock.

You let out an involuntary moan at the contact. Part of you was in shock, not really believing that Dean could want you this way. Another part of you was so in love with this man holding you. And yet another part of you was so hungover, you were bordering on still drunk.

“Dean… wait, please stop.” He immediately released you, almost like you had burned him. You knew how it must look, so before he could react the wrong way, you spun around to kneel between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. You regretted the fast movement almost instantaneously.  You braced yourself against his chest as your head dropped to his shoulder with a rather loud groan.

“I want this. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I stink, I feel like I drank an entire bottle of Jack, and all I want is to shower and get greasy diner food to cure this hangover. Then we can have all the sex we want. But I want to enjoy it, and I certainly don’t want our first time to be interrupted by my churning stomach. So can I get cleaned up and we go get food?”

“God you’re perfect. Let’s get you in the shower and then we’ll go get Sammy and find some grub. And just for the record, you did drink a whole bottle of Jack.”

Since you were still so unsteady on your feet, Dean decided to shower with you. For ‘safety’ purposes, he said. As he was helping you wash your hair, you leaned against his body and felt his hardness pressed against your ass once more.

“Hey Dean?” you asked.

“Yeah baby?”

“Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs and what’s in between.” You said as you reached your hand back between your bodies and grabbed him as he let out a gasp.

Neither one of you could keep your hands off the other and, well, things happened anyways. Glorious things happened, and you were secretly glad you were so hungover.

You both were getting dressed when there was a knock on the door. You were more clothed than Dean at that point, so you went to answer it. You were wearing one of Dean’s t-shirt’s and a pair of your cute undies. You cracked the door and Sam stood there holding coffee.

“Hey Y/N. How’s the head? You were pretty far gone last night…” he cackled.

“I’m fine Sammy. Now give me my damn coffee!” you grumped as you snatched the outstretched cup from his hand.

“Hey have you seen Dean this morning? Baby is here, but I can’t find him.”

You smirked. Either he was playing dumb, or he honestly hadn’t taken note of your appearance. “Come in Sam.”

You swayed back into the room and Dean grabbed you around the waist as Sam closed the door. He looked at the two of you and grinned. “It’s about damn time!” he yelled. “Oh my god you two were driving me insane with the whining and the pining and the obliviousness! I seriously thought I was gonna rip all my hair out before this happened.”

Dean piped up, “well, if it wasn’t for Miss I’m-gonna-drink-the-whole-bar here, it may not have happened at all.”

You blushed in embarrassment as the boys laughed at you and you pushed Dean’s hands off you.

“Hey Sam, did you know that cheesy pickup lines work on your brother just as well as the bimbos he uses them on?”

They both froze. Dean stared at you with his mouth wide open, while Sam’s eyes darted back and forth, trying to discern if you were serious.

“You mean…”

“Yup,” you said, cutting Sam off while you yanked your shorts and Converse on.

Seconds later, he burst into laughter once again. His whole face scrunched up as he clutched at his stomach and pointed at Dean. “OH-oh my god dude. She bagged you with those pickup lines!”

“Shut up Sammy!” he said with a beet red face. “I thought you wanted to go find greasy diner food Y/N?”

You skipped over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I do. I just wanted to get back at you for teasing me first.”

“Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you’ve started!” he called after you as you skipped out to the Impala, leaving him and the still laughing Sammy behind. Everything was finally right with you and Dean, and you didn’t really care what pranks he pulled on you. As long as you had him, nothing else mattered.

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5 things you’ll find in my bag:

My bag is a backpack so the common things are my textbooks for school.

Notebooks, of course.  I try to keep one for each subject.

Pens and pencils.  Even when I’m not in school, I have writing implements galore.  You never know if you have to loan one, jot something down, or utilize it as a weapon.  The potential emergencies are countless. :P

Post-it note and tab booklet that I got for free from my college.  They hand them out for free at the beginning of fall quarter.  Currently, the first post-it is a doodle that drew of Solas.  I shared it on here ages ago.  Shows how much I use post-it notes. XD

My wallet.  It contains my debit card (with a perpetual 49 cent (US) balance), library card, state ID, Student ID, and almost every single receipt from the last year and a half.   My regular bag/purse is pretty much the same except there are not any textbooks or notebooks.  I have a boring life.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

A really cool tree picture, drawn in pastel, made by my best friend for an art project.  The tree looked so cool and I loved the colors that I begged her to let me have it once she was done with it for school.  It adds a pop of color to my very gray room.

A ribbon that holds my button pin collection.  I love button pins and I started a collection.  A majority of them are from college events, but I hope to score more from other places.

A hurricane lamp made out of recycled vintage tins.  I bought matching ones for my best friend and myself.  She has a tall one and mine is short.  Also a colorful edition to my room.

TV and my Xbox One, where I play games like The Witcher III, DA:I, and Skyrim.  I prefer PC, but my laptop is a very basic machine for school, but I hope to get a decent rig so I can play my favorite games. 

A really pretty blue and white quilt.  I was once homeless and I remember there was this lady who would make regular visits to the park I would frequent and sew her quilts (she liked to do some parts by hand).  I really loved the colors of the one she was working on and I told her so.  I didn’t see her the next day, but the day after that she handed me the finished quilt and told me she hoped that it would keep me warm, and when I wrap it around me that I would feel the love she put into making it.  She was Wiccan and she often blessed her work as she made them.  Protection, warmth, and love were what she put in and I have an awesome sense of that when I sleep with it.  It was the best thing someone outside of my friends and family ever gave me. 

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

Travel somewhere that is outside of the US, preferably off the continent.  I have always wanted to visit Europe.  When I was young, I wanted to visit the famous major cities like Paris and Rome.  Now I am aware that cities have too many people and I’m not a fan of that, so I would love to visit the rural villages and towns. 

Swim with dolphins.  Preferably in the open sea and not captivity.  I know that’s not a likely thing, but a girl can dream.

Adopt a panda.  When I was about 4 or 5, my grandparents took me to a county fair and one of the booths had a video about how the habitats of pandas were being destroyed, and how they were dying out.  I was so upset and when I learned that you could adopt a panda, I begged my grandfather to do it.  My grandfather was a very doting one and had a hard time saying “no” to me or my brother (he did sometimes, but it was very difficult for him).  He spoke to a lady at the booth and brought out his checkbook and filled it out.  After all was done, he was given a certificate and other paper work, everything but a panda.  I was inconsolable upon learning you don’t actually physically adopt pandas.  It wasn’t until my grandma handed me a stuffed panda that we got as a thank you gift that I became content.  I was a fickle 5 year old. To this day, though, I am still pissed that I didn’t get my panda.

Attend a convention.  I have never been to one.  My guy friend invited me to one. He wanted me to wear a retro Star Trek costume and help him sell his homemade action figures.  Sadly it was on my nephew’s 2nd B-day party and his mom would have never forgiven me if I skipped it.  So I had to turn him down. :(

Be the first member in my entire family, both sides, to graduate college.  Which I will do next month!

5 things that make me happy:

My nephew, who is the most awesome 5 year old ever.  My 17-yr-old niece too, when she’s not being a bratty teenager, I love her to death though.

My field trip that I’m going on tomorrow.  We get to visit Mt. Saint Helens and I’m excited.

Roadtrips in general.  Every male in my family have been long-haul truck drivers, and I think that contributes to my wanderlust.  

My grandparents.  Sadly my grandfather (the one who adopted a panda for me) passed on two years ago, but I have my grandma still.  I got to visit her last summer and I don’t remember ever being so happy or my former self.  Memories of my grandfather are sometimes sad, but mostly happy because he was awesome and I miss him terribly.

Baby animals.  I mean seriously, how can anyone look at a baby animal and not feel warm and fuzzy?  Monsters, that’s the only way I can explain them.

5 things I’m currently into:

Dragon Age

Shameless (US version).  I swear this could easily be my family. 

Harlots (on Hulu).  I am so into the drama of this show.  I even like that the soundtrack is modern even though the series is set in the 1700′s.  Reminds me of Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette. 

Books by Juliet Marillier.  I love how she writes her female characters.  Strong but you still get a sense of their fragility. They are almost never portrayed as damsels in distress, but rather heroines in their own right.  One saved her brothers from a curse.  Another saves her lover from the fae world.  She’s awesome and deserves to have more readers.

Knitting, though I never finish the things I start.

5 things on my to-do list:

Finish that final chapter of my fic, maybe even work on more sketches for Cassandra (my drabbles)

Actually start my homework assignment way before it’s due.

Clean my room.  It is a disaster zone.

Mail my homemade mother’s day card to my grandma.  It’s cheesy and kind of bad, but she’ll love it anyway.

Pack my lunch for an upcoming field trip.

5 things people may not know about me:

I was homeless for nearly three years.  First year of that was spent living in a van with my dog.  Second was spent in a women’s shelter, the third was a transitional shelter before I finally got back on my feet and was able to get my own place.

I can eat jello with chopsticks.  It’s a fun party trick.

I am terrified of the sound of popping balloons.  I have no idea why.

Not really uncommon knowledge and many do it, but I procrastinate a lot.

I have a weird and secret relationship with a friend of mine.  We kind of get a thrill out of being the only ones who know.  We don’t really have the same circle of friends, so it’s easier to maintain the illusion of not really being anything more.